The rat-man's furious howl left Ford stunned for several seconds, unable to react.
That madness-laced rage reverberated directly inside his mind. The strange ability itself created a violent resonance within his skull, making Ford feel dizzy and lightheaded, a dull ache throbbing at his temples.
…God knew what that mild-looking pretty boy had done to him in the past, or what kind of blood feud they had formed, to provoke such unrestrained hatred.
But that wasn't something Ford needed to concern himself with.
Killing a powerless pretty boy would be easy enough for him now. The real problem was the hotel owner—an extremely troublesome figure.
Ford's body stiffened. Unable to help himself, he cautiously sought confirmation again.
"Are you sure? B–but that Boss Luo—you told me before that it'd be best not to provoke—"
"Let him go to hell!" the rat-man snapped, finally managing to pull himself back from his hoarse, hysterical state.
